Warmth of the Womb

Let the soil be your tomb Everwarm as the womb Stripped of flesh Shortened of breath Plunged into the mire Eyes sewn shut with wire Rid me of this pestilence I'm so weary and tired Pierce through the cervix Everflowing, diverging Crammed inside, I barely fit Within her womb I will sit

Submitted by Warbringer — Aug 14, 2026